I Could Fall Through the Cracks of Such Silence
The silence is deafening
eardrums ablaze with nothingness
There isn’t more to say
because this is the answer
Sometimes there is no more to say
because words can’t convey
the dearth of emotion
that exists at this moment
Some want noise
to balance their own mouthful
but silence is golden
especially when the noise is so loud
And once you get there
you hear things you never knew existed
Like a gentle breeze across your face
Like a ray of sun shining on your arm
Like the trickle of a river far away
but also of the ghost
I could fall through the cracks of such silence
and tumble into eternity without earplugs
just listening to the ambient power of the void
This poem was inspired by a passage in the novel, Severance by Ling Ma. I find myself highlighting words or passages that move me every time I read, no matter what I am reading. When I find the highlight that projects to a poem, I don’t read the source again before I write, I just allow the nerve to be touched. And then I spill my words.
A snippet from pages 269–270 of Severance, where I got my inspiration:
As she is about to leave, she turns back. If you do manage to escape, then it will be a long time before I see you.
Just like that? I ask.
Just like that, she says, and goes.
I wake up. It is so silent. I could fall through the cracks of such silence. There is nothing to do but wait. And wait. And wait.
I don’t know what else to do, so I close my eyes. I begin to pray.